You are the best actor ever. You make the deal of a lifetime. $500 million per year to act solely for Warner Brothers until you die. It’s unclear who the joke is on, however. You for being stuck with WB forever, or WB for offering a lifetime contract to a secret immortal.
“Chris Pine was a rare and special casting. We wanted a man
who was the true parallel to Diana. A giant spirit who is the kind of man one
aspires to be, but isn’t afraid to be complex and leave room for and even
compliment another. He is the kind of man women want to believe is out there.
He’s also one of the best actors I’ve ever worked with.”
“He is so skilled, wonderful and funny. He’s such a
talented guy. He came alive in this environment where he genuinely experienced
the dynamic. He actually brought a performance that is so stunning to this film
because he did something so tricky where he brought all the comic relief. Chris
has those skills to call upon him when we needed it. We were able to go
somewhere pretty incredible with him.”
“I cannot believe how perfect Chris was, from the moment we
thought of him to the moment he played every second in this movie. Chris is one
of the most talented actors I’ve ever worked with in my life. But also, he’s a
real man, very comfortable with his masculinity, so much so that he’s not
sexiest at all. He completely takes other people on their own face value and is
willing to leave space for them, and as a result he’s the perfect boyfriend for
Wonder Woman because it’s someone who could actually look at her and admire her
and appreciate her and it didn’t take anything away from him. And then he just
made us all laugh all the time.”
“Chris is such a gift to this movie because he gave integrity
to Steve Trevor. Steve Trevor is intrinsic to her story line. So, we needed to
find the perfect guy. Chris is so honorable, hilarious and charming.”
I’ve always been good at overthinking.
The machinery in my head is constantly turning and when I try to shut it off, the hot iron material burns my hands. So I let things continue and the sounds become louder. The same words repeat over and over again: ERROR, ERROR, ERROR. There is an error in my system and the hardware is malfunctioning, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop thinking and the oil from the machines is leaking. Soon enough, it will set fire to my head.
I’ve always been good at hiding.
Even my mother can’t find me sometimes. She’ll search for me in every room of our house, not realizing that I’m following in her shadow. I feel sorry for her, but she’s the one who taught me how to blend in. How to mold my edges and become someone else. How to be the perfect daughter, the one all her peers praise, but deep down don’t care about.
I’ve always been good at miscommunication.
My father doesn’t talk much, but sometimes I get the feeling that he’s speaking to me without words. His eyes always flicker so bright and the furrow that forms between his eyebrows is prominent. When he meets my gaze and his lips curl, I try not to flinch. It’s a smile you will never understand the meaning of. I learned from him best, how to make my silence feel like a thunderstorm, but he never taught me how to control it. I’ve wrecked places and left people homeless.
I’ve always been good at pretending.
My friends are the best audience any actor could ever ask for. They remember that it’s all a show and none of it is real. So when I bruise myself, the concept that I will forget and move on in an hour or so is something that is commonly understood. Nobody ever expects me to actually get hurt. Nobody ever expects a plot twist. I hope that the day I betray them, they don’t get too angry.
I’ve always been good at empathizing.
Tell me your problems and I’ll make them my own. Tell me your imperfections and I’ll give you pieces of myself, if you want them. Tell me you’re lonely and I’ll be at your doorstep. God, I’ll crush my own heart between my palms if you asked me to. I’ll do anything to make anybody happy, even if it brings my own doom. I am a tragedy.
I Don’t know about you but me that night, for us the morning around 6:15
am, after his victory I didn’t understand nothing. The actor that I’ve
loved since The Pillars of the Earth and I saw and met several times,
for which I opened a blog and in which I immediately believed in his
ability ’, had won an Oscar !!!
I went up and down the stairs for over 10 minutes, crying …… I was
so ‘happy …. Thanks Eddie for this great emotion and all the emotions
that you’ll give us in the future.
P:S: The Gifs aren’t mine so I have thanks all that people who made these. Thank yopu !!
Momenti che non si dimenticano !!!
Non so voi
ma io quella notte, quasi mattino erano le 6.15 circa del mattino, alla
sua vittoria non capii piu’ niente. L’attore che ho amato fin dai
pilastri della terra e che avevo visto e incontrato diverse volte, per
la quale ho aperto un Blog e nella quale ho creduto subito nelle sue
capacita’, aveva vinto l’Oscar !!!
Andai avanti e indietro per le
scale per oltre 10 minuti, piangendo……ero cosi’ felice…. Grazie
Eddie per qusta grande emozione e per tutte le emozioni che ci farai
vivere nel futuro.
P.S. le gifs non sono mie quindi ringrtazie tutte le persone che le hanno fatte. Grazie!!!
And The Oscar Goes To Also on AO3 Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?
This one is for my OSA (one sentence anon) who keeps cheering me on and motivating me. I wouldn’t have finished this WIP if it wasn’t for you, so thanks dude, whoever you are!
Earlier in his career, Stiles Stilinski had thought that walking one red carpet meant he had walked them all, but this award season had proved that assumption to be totally false. Walking a red carpet when you’ve been nominated for an award at the show was an entirely new experience. Sure, he had been nominated for People’s Choice Awards and more fan-driven ones before, but this year he had finally broken out of the rom-com and buddy comedy genres and into roles that challenged him. And this year, he was walking the red carpet at the Oscar with the chance to win not just one, but two once he entered the building.
Some had called 2016 his breakout year, others had said they knew that he could do it all along, and others still had questioned his ability to take on some of the more serious roles until they saw the films he was starring in. So here he was, at his third Academy Awards, but this time he was nominated instead of just attending. It had been a nerve-wracking award season that had left Stiles with a Golden Globe, a SAG award, and two Critic’s Choice awards, but none of that would hold a candle to this.
“Stiles, you have to move,” Lydia Martin–his agent and manager–said to him, pushing him toward the final reporter along the carpet. “Smile more.”
Stiles resisted the eyeroll that he could feel building; he didn’t want to be on the cover of some trashy tabloid with his eyes rolled back in his head and a caption commenting on his mental instability or an attitude problem. “Stiles! You look great,” Erica Reyes from Access Hollywood said, her voice sweet as syrup and her lips fire-engine red.
“So do you, Ms. Reyes. Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave your husband and run away with me?” Stiles said with a charming smile. He had gone to UCLA with Erica’s husband Vernon Boyd and they had been, and still were, good friends. Boyd was currently the star wide receiver for the New Orleans Saints and would kick his ass if he were here in that moment.
“Ah ah ah, you know that I’m loyal,” Erica said with a smile. “But what about you? Who are you here with? Have a hot date that you’re hiding somewhere?”
“Of course I do,” Stiles told her. “My dad’s right over there.”
“Oh! Of course he is; he’s your permanent date during award season.” Erica said and then waved. “Hi, Sheriff.”
John Stilinski waved back with a smile, “Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m wearing?”
“I would, but that’s Laura Hale and I need to catch her before she gets inside. She and that hunky artist brother of hers skipped half the reporters already; I can’t let them skip me,” Erica said, giving Stiles a little smile. “It was lovely talking to you Stiles; good luck!”
A/N: Thanks to my sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing for me. And happy birthday to my absolute favourite actor, Jensen Ackles.
“Best birthday gift ever,” Jensen mumbled against your neck, making you giggle, still high on on him and practically still seeing stars even minutes after he rolled off you and pulled you into his arms.
“You say that every year,” you smiled at him, softly pegging his lips making his grin widen.
“And every year it is true,” Jensen hummed, drawing lazy patterns on your naked back, as you ran your fingers through his hair drawing him closer. “You are the best gift I ever had.” Jensen promised, kissing your neck making you giggle again, enjoying the way his stubbles teased your still sensitive skin.
“I am glad me getting stood up brings you so much joy,” you joked thinking back to your first date or whatever you’d call it, making him chuckle and bury his face in your neck.
“10 years and you still don’t know,” he muttered, making you frown and tug his hair gently, making him look at you.
“Know what?” you asked, with a bewildered expression on your face and Jensen’s green eyes sparkled at you making the golden flakes shine even clearer.
“Promise you won’t divorce me?” Jensen asked, with a smug grin on his face and you rolled your eyes.
“I have gotten kinda attached. Two kids and all. Now spill it Ackles,” you fought to keep a straight face but it was hard to be stern when he looked at you like that. With childlike amusement and so much love, an expression only he could master to perfection.
“You weren’t stood up. Well the guy was late, but he showed,” Jensen averted your gaze a little when he saw your confusion, his hand kept drawing symbols on your back as he spoke. “Jared and I were watching you for the first 30 minutes you were waiting. The red rose on the table made it kinda obvious it was a blind date. I told Jared that you deserved better when you were almost leaving and we saw the guy carrying a red rose in the door. Jared just… well… He told me to show you better and he walked up and spilled his coffee all over the guy.”
You eyes opened wide, but you felt no need to scold him. You just couldn’t believe that Jared and Jensen had been able to keep this from you for 10 years.
“So you walked up to me and asked me to come with you to your birthday party?” you bit your lip to keep from laughing and Jensen blushed slightly, still not looking at you.
“Well it sounds creepy when you put it like that,” Jensen muttered and you could no longer hold back your laughter. You tangled hand in his hair again and wrapped your free arm around his shoulder, pulling his closer and into a tender, passionate kiss.
“But you are my creep,” you teased when you broke the kiss, making Jensen chuckle as you lovingly slapped his arm. “I can’t believe you never told me dude! You got a lot of making up to do.”
“I’ll start right now,” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows at you before ducking under the sheet making you let out a squeal and giggle.
“Jay it’s your birthday not mi… arhhh,” your protest turned into a sultry moan as your husband’s sinful lips and tongue found their target. Your last coherent thought before getting completely lost in your husband and the pleasure he brought you yet again, was to remember to thank Jared tonight, after kicking his ass for not telling you about his little matchmaking game himself.